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Could you please make prompts for character with tails? I'm specifically thinking spaded tails (like nightcrawler?) but I'll be happy with whatever!

Thanks a lot <3

Ps. I'm rotating your "no longer human" prompts in my mind 24/7

Prompts for Characters with Tails

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She wrung her hands out on her tail, a nervous habit she's had since she was a kid. The texture was usually comforting beneath her palms, but tonight it left her feeling numb.

His tail was covered in scales with sharp barbs on the end like a stingray's. It was something he had grown to hate, as it made him seem poisonous and unnatural.

Their tail wrapped around her hand, her skin warm against their cool scales. She smiled at them, a genuine smile that they felt like they hadn't seen in so, so long. Their tail tightened around her, and she squeezed back. They returned the smile.

She was yelling. She didn't even know what she was yelling about anymore; she was just so angry. It was only when she knocked over her mother's favorite vase with her outstretched tail that she finally stopped her rage-fueled rampage.

He approached her timidly, tail tucked between his legs. She had laughed at his nervousness out on display for her to see, but when she realized how uncomfortable that had made him, she shut her mouth and reached out a hand.

"Something is happening."

"No, it's not."

sorry if this is too much! i just thought i'd specify for a certain setting i'm writing!😅

Drowning Prompts

tw: drowning

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

He drifts awake in pieces. First sound, then cold, then weightlessness. His limbs float like they're not his. A ribbon of blood curls past his face, slow and red in the water.

The world returns one heartbeat at a time. Pain in the ribs. Cold on the skin. Pressure in the ears. Her body is falling, but there's no wind. Only silence, and the distant echo of bells. No, not bells. Lungs begging for air.

A sharp gasp. Instinct, not choice. His lungs pull in nothing. His mouth opens to the sea. The cold bites like knives now.

There’s a pulse in her skull. Thick, thudding, wrong. The water is velvet around her, warm at first, then icy against her ribs. Her lungs feel like they’ve turned inside out. She tries to breathe, and liquid rushes in. It doesn’t burn, not yet. She thinks she hears something, a name, maybe hers, but the sound warps, becomes a hum, a song, or nothing at all. Her body jerks once. Then again. Then stillness.

Could you do some prompts that could be used for a stable, be it in a western boom town or the stable of a king in a castle’s court yard?

Stable-Themed Prompts

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The air smelled of hay, leather, and sweat. Flies buzzed in the heat. The stablehand tiredly chewed tobacco on the porch while a sheriff's horse stamped restlessly in the shade.

The stable stood silent in the cool twilight. Inside, a black stallion shifted in his stall. A rifle leaned against the doorframe. The outlaw saddled up, silent, knowing the ride tonight might be his last.

The great courtyard roared with cheers as a mud-splattered knight dismounted. His warhorse, scarred and noble, was led into the stables. The stable master bowed deeply, but his apprentice couldn't help but gape at the bloodied sword still strapped to the saddle.

A stablehand laid buried in hay, hat over his eyes, boots still dusty from the morning ride. Below him, a mare chewed quietly, her tail swishing against flies in the still heat.

The newcomer's stallion gleamed like oiled obsidian, too fine for this town. Old Cooper eyed it warily, wondering what kind of trouble rode in with that much muscle and no brand.

The knight buckled his sword to the saddle with practiced ease, then rest his forehead against the horse's neck. "Keep me safe," he murmured, not to the gods, but to the beast.

"Stop it, someone might see us."